#bstb starter

[itsmylifemyfate-blog]

Of course Belle had just gone to make a quick trip. Of course she’d ended up browsing books for a bit longer than planned. And planning on buying a couple. It wasn’t as if Rumple didn’t have an extensive library.... she just had a tendency to always want to add more. So she found hersel with books surrounding her once again. What she didn’t expect were the footsteps behind her. Noting they were nearby, she spoke as she finished reading the first page of a book- her test on if she really ought to buy it or not. “Sorry, Am in the way?” She closed the book and tucked it under her arm before turning to look at the person properly.

[yellowbugsavior-blog]

“What are you doing?”

[yellowbugsavior-blog]

[ofcloudedjudgement-blog]

Milah had been told many things about death. Your life would flash before your eyes, there was a light that guided you, and countless other platitudes that served to appease people. Instead, she had only felt regret. A deep, intense regret. She had left so much undone, had hurt so many. Her son was possibly dead, her ex-husband, once her love, had killed her. And Killian.... he had watched her die. His face had been the last thing she had seen. 

Death was silent. If she had had ears, and a mouth, she would’ve described it as being muffled and blinded. Not that she had been aware of anything during the time. She had simply.... not been there.

And now, she was. Oh she very much was.

When she first came to, it was to be greeted with a spinning head and the feeling as if her chest was collapsing. Or perhaps expanding for the first time in centuries. Pain ripped through her body as it adjusted to the living world and every rule of physics it had. Milah was too incoherent to know of anything that was going on and eventually passed out once more.

Finally, she opened her eyes to see a cloudless sky. She stayed where she was, sprawled out on the ground, dirt and grass clinging to her hair and fingers and clothes, and simply stared up as she tried to process what was happening.